"Do you know why I called you this time?"

Zhu Youxiao sat on the throne, and while he finished speaking, he was also paying attention to the first reaction of these nobles, and sure enough, they basically did not react.

This means that before coming, these people were angry.

If nothing else, they should have guessed the news that they were going to settle accounts, and they had also figured out how to deal with it.

But if that's what you guessed, I'm still the emperor?

Xu Hongji smiled and continued:

"There are many things at home and abroad, and Your Majesty has his own share of governance, so why should the ministers say more."

Zhu Youxiao smiled and gently put down the Franc machine cat on his lap.

This cat is obviously not as intimate as the cat pavilion scholar and Zhu Youxiao, and after being put down, he just barked softly, and then rubbed his feet and ran out of the hall.

When the nobles came back to their senses, the attendants had already set up many tables and chairs, and each of them brought them with fine wine and delicacies.

"Your ancestors are all founding generals with outstanding military achievements, come, I have a toast."

Zhu Youxiao picked up the mellow wine, smiled, and looked around at the people below.

The nobles were flattered, and they didn't expect the emperor to come here, so they picked up the wine on the table and said in unison:

"Your Majesty——!"

After a drink, Zhu Youxiao put down the wine glass, often wore a horn belt, sat upright, and smiled with a smile on his face, as for Wang Chaofu, he walked to the door of the Anding Hall with a group of internal supervisors early, as if waiting for something.

Xu Hongji seemed to sense that something was wrong, glanced at Wang Chaofu, who also smiled at him, and then continued to lead a group of internal supervisors to stand, not paying much attention.

Xu Hongji didn't have time to think about it, and there was already a voice from above.

"Come on, put down the rebellion, I want to have a good time with the ministers today." Zhu Youxiao took another glass of wine and drank it himself.

At the sound of an order, the attendants laughed and laughed, and they were all busy.

People in the hall go in and out, jubilant, and there are dancing girls going to the hall, the opera troupe makes music, improvises and dances, and the singing and dancing of a faction is leveled.

Xu Hongji looked at the dancing girl who came to toast with heavy makeup in front of him, and he still faintly felt in his heart that the emperor seemed to be hiding something.

In fact, if the Emperor of the Apocalypse came up this time and made trouble, they would really not be afraid.

There are a large number of nobles, and after they are all the founding fathers, the ancestors either followed Emperor Taizu to fight the world in the south and the north, or they worked hard in the battle of Jingjing.

Even if they commit a great sin, the emperor can't directly clean them all up together, and at this time there is a saying that the law does not blame the public.

What's more, these dozens of families have not committed any crimes now.

Kill dozens of nobles together, no matter how the "Beijing Daily" or the factory guards publicize it, what charges they find, and say it, it is the emperor's fault.

At the very least, the reputation of deep killing and tyranny can no longer be washed away, and if it is more serious, it will also have an impact on the morale of the Ming army in the south of the Yangtze River.

What's more, since the founding of this dynasty, all families have been in charge of local military power, and they are useless on weekdays.

Thinking of this, Xu Hongji pushed away the dancing girl, got up and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty quelled the rebellion, this is the blessing of the Ming Dynasty!"

"A cup to Your Majesty!"

Zhu Youxiao did not hesitate, drank it all again, and said with a smile:

"Wei Guogong has worked hard and made great achievements, and after twenty years of Wanli, there is no suitable position, every time I think of this, I always feel that I am indebted to you!"

Xu Hongji didn't understand what the emperor meant by this, could it be that he wanted to arrange another position for Wei Guogong to appease Xungui?

He was slightly stunned, and soon said:

"What did Your Majesty say, the old minister Wei Guogong is in the same vein, since Emperor Taizu, he has been favored by the emperor, and he has the status he has now, and he depends on His Majesty."

Zhu Youxiao glanced at him, laughed, and was noncommittal.

Xu Hongji smiled, sat down and hugged the dancing girl, and went happily.

Naturally, with Xu Hongji's status now, not to mention this kind of ordinary dancing girl, even if he sees those famous prostitutes in Qin Huai, he will not have any interest.

Since there is a drama in the Emperor of the Apocalypse, the nobles are just selling face, waiting for what his old man has to say.

Wang Chaofu stood quietly outside the hall, with no expression on his face, which was diametrically opposed to the strong atmosphere in the hall at the moment, as well as those inner prisoners, all of whom were full of vigilance on their faces.

After a while, Dingyuan Marquis Deng Wenyu seemed to be drunk, got up drunk, toasted and said:

"The heart of the minister, only determined to serve the country, loyal to His Majesty, if there is a second heart, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, five thunders will hit the top, and it will not be a good death!"

When the words landed, the nobles coaxed one after another, raising their glasses to express their loyalty to the Emperor of the Apocalypse, and they all said that they were committed to the death of the Ming Dynasty, and they were unswerving.

For this noble in history, Zhu Youxiao naturally knew who it was, and when he heard what he said, he pinched the wine glass a little harder, and almost gritted his teeth and replied with a smile:

"I know the loyalty of the Marquis of Dingyuan."

Deng Wenyu thought that this was a compliment, and he was going to burn incense and worship the case with Zhao Zhilong, who was going to be a living brother, but the latter, knowing that the emperor was a drunkard, was not drinking, and he was reluctant.

Zhu Youxiao saw it, pinched the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly said:

"Uncle Xin Cheng, since the Marquis of Dingyuan is interested, you always have to sell face, they are all nobles in Nanjing, and you can't see you when you look down."

Zhao Zhilong was stunned for a moment, quickly got up, and saluted:

"Obey the order!"

Zhu Youxiao smiled, and when he raised his head to drink, he glanced at the corner of his eye, paying attention to the performance of each noble in this banquet.

Under the auspices of Zhu Youxiao, Dingyuan Marquis Deng Wenyu and Xincheng Bozhao Zhilong bloody drill knife, all the nobles coaxed on the side, overturned the case, and let the two kneel in front of the case and swear.

Xu Hongji, the Duke of Wei, didn't say anything, hid behind, and the dancing girl in his arms was also pushed away by him early, just looking at the banquet with a deep face.

Deng Wenyu and Zhao Zhilong knelt down together, looked at Zhu Youxiao, kowtowed:

"We don't want to be born on the same day, but we want to die on the same day!"

After the oath, Deng Wenyu was much older, but he was already drunk, and he didn't know what to think in his heart, so he insisted on recognizing Zhao Zhilong as his brother.

Zhao Zhilong kept looking at Zhu Youxiao's increasingly cold look, and was even more anxious to get out of this farce, so he didn't shirk and accepted it happily.

Deng Wenyan got up from the ground and suddenly shouted:

"Big brother!"

Zhao Zhilong smiled awkwardly, so he had to respond:

"Brother Xian..."

The nobles laughed and made a mess, and the dancing girls and attendants on both sides were also laughing with them with the deliberate connivance of Wang Chaofu, constantly adding wine and dishes.

It didn't take long for the West Mountain, the night was dark, Zhu Youxiao looked unfinished, and ordered the dynasty to continue with the candle.

Halfway through the dinner, Wang Chaofu, who had been standing at the gate of the Palace of Stability, saw that the time had come, so he clapped his hands lightly and gestured to him.

The sound of applause fell, the dancing girls, the troupe, and the attendants retreated in turn, and in the huge stable hall, only the tables that were dumped everywhere were left, and there were messes everywhere.

The people who were still noisy just now began to quiet down and looked up together.

Zhu Youxiao, as at the beginning, sat quietly on the throne, with his chin in his right hand, and the expression on his face did not know whether he was happy or angry.

After a while, he smiled and said:

"I came down this time mainly to see you."

As he spoke, Zhu Youxiao subconsciously cocked Erlang's legs, and the smile on his face had changed slightly.

"Actually, I know very well in my heart that whether I, the emperor, can continue to do it depends on your efforts."

"Zhuqing, you said yes...?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, and everything was silent.